All Chapters of Keep Your Ring, Mr. Haverford: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Vivian's POV) A young boy was lying almost lifeless on the ground by the roadside, with blood trickling from his head and mouth. My entire body shook. "Oh my God!" I muttered breathlessly. Before I could think any further, my legs had already started moving. I ran toward the boy. The car that had hit him was already speeding away, disappearing into the traffic before anyone could stop it. "Someone, get the car's number!" a man shouted. "Call the police!" another person shouted. "Someone call an ambulance!" Everyone was talking at once, but I could barely hear them. All I could see was the little boy lying helplessly on the ground with his eyes closed. He looked so young, maybe around five or six years old. I dropped to my knees beside him and gently cupped his face. "Hey..." I called softly, my voice trembling. "Can you hear me?" The boy didn't answer. My stomach dropped. "Please, wake up," I muttered, but he still didn't move. I looked around desperately. "Someone s

(Ronald's POV)"Mr. Haverford, what's your final decision on the project building?" someone suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts."Jeez, either one is fine. Just do it already. Do you have to bother me with every little thing?" I snapped at him.Everyone exchanged glances, but no one dared to say anything. They could all tell I was in a terrible mood.And honestly, this meeting, or whatever project they were discussing, was the least of my problems right now.I was angry, but more than that, I was restless.I couldn't tell what bothered me the most. Was it the fact that Vivian had suddenly told me she was calling off the wedding? Or that three days had already passed, and she still hadn't called me?On top of that, she had actually returned the jewellery I bought for the wedding, and she still hadn't shown up for her final wedding gown fitting.She had never behaved like this before. She usually called me all the time, especially whenever we had an argument.Yet this time, a

(Vivian's POV)I stood quietly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at me seemed dull, but she was not as broken as she had been a week ago... the day I decided to leave Ronald for good.I lowered my gaze to my dress and instinctively tugged at the hem, trying to see if I could pull it down a little further."Are you sure about this, Olivia?" I asked uncertainly, turning to look at her. "This kind of dress is too short."She was sitting at the vanity, applying bold red lipstick to her lips.When she noticed my hesitation, she gave me a warm smile and walked over to me."Of course, girl," she said, gently pulling my hands away from the dress."You look stunning in it," she added.I sighed.Looking stunning was one thing, but looking as though I was selling something was another. And, honestly, this dress made me feel as if I were selling myself."Exactly how you used to look five years ago," she said.Five years ago, I had worn clothes like this without feeli

(Ronald's POV)"She never checked in," he said.I blinked, struggling to process what I had just heard."What did you just say?""Miss Vivian never arrived at the hotel last night, sir," he repeated.The world around me seemed to go still for a moment as my fingers tightened around my phone.She hadn't checked into the hotel? Then where the hell had she been?"Unbelievable" I muttered through clenched teeth.I could feel my anger building with every passing second.Vivian had not only failed to show up at the church, but she hadn't even gone to the hotel where she was supposed to prepare for our wedding.What was she playing at?I turned toward Jason, who was watching me with a troubled expression."I'm going to the hotel," I said.Without waiting for his response, I stepped away from the altar.There was a ninety-nine percent chance that my men were right, but there was still a one percent chance that they had mistaken the bridal suite.Maybe they had gone to the wrong suite. I knew

(Vivian's POV)I woke up with a terrible headache, my head feeling as though it would split open at any moment.I let out a soft groan and slowly opened my eyes, only to close them again when the light coming through the curtains hit my face.What a terrible feeling.My mouth was dry and bitter, my head was pounding, and my entire body felt weak.I tried to sit up, but the movement only made my headache worse."Goodness..." I muttered, pressing my fingers against my temples.Exactly how much had I drunk last night? I couldn't even remember. All I remembered was Olivia encouraging me to relax and filling my glass whenever it was empty.The strippers at the club had been fun too. We danced and played games together, and Olivia kept introducing different kinds of interesting games to keep us entertained.I had laughed, danced, and enjoyed myself without thinking about Ronald or the wedding."The wedding," I muttered quietly as the thought crossed my mind.It was supposed to take place to